The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-21

not permit any"
At this felicltous moment the quarter
pound of sausage / held lightly conceal
ed in newspaper fell 10 the floor.
After seeming the package, our saga
cous Racket promptly rose on his hind
legs and begged TO sample the con-
tents.
Wrathfully noting this, Mrs. Slam
ed that dog! It's just as bad If he
there. can't have any"
My good woman" / interrupted,
w, ''if you propose TO institute a
m house in your vostibule, chal-
ing all suspected articles. it will
Flaps be best for us to vacate your
: lerlshed apartment. While we retain
it allow me to remind you that we are
not boarding pupils; consequently we
shall take the liberty of buying all the
--er-er-candy we want and eating
it too" added, followed by scornful
sniff of, Candy indeed" from below
Birdie" said I. entering with Rack
cts chain weaving Chinese puzzle
about my legs, birdie, this rare and
precious animal of yours is going to
get bounced out of this house; you
mark my words. Mrs. Slammer has
got her eyes on him."
well, let her take it of again." re-
torted Birdie, with that fine disregard
of reason which is so essentially femi-
nine and charming. before marriage.
1T is much more likely to be you who
gets bounced out, rs you elegantly ex-
ah hn a n
overhead, who interviewed you in the
hall about playing on the banjo after
10 o'clock ?'
IF 1t comes to that" / retorted,
show about the lady in the back, who
sent the not requesting you not to
sing more than half of the night P"
Didn't you ask me TO sing for you
old BERTHE Tolbot Pr demanded Birdie.
Certainly" / said, coolly; "and
! didn't you ask me to play for your old
Nothero'
hat not the question. "said Birdie.
g verge of tears; 'the question is,
lam l eternally prosecuted about
darling dog ? Any one would think
he was the opium habit or some other
CHASTITY thing, to hear the fuss you and
Mrs. Slammer make about him. Why
should give him upp" she cried
throwing herself into an "Article AZ"
pose. pray what am l to do all the
long, lonely days without my precious
little companion
"DoP" Ireplied, pausing at the door
--"doP Why, tic few more bows on
the furniture" then made my escape.
This was skit at Birdie you know, for
all our pictures wear fascinators, and
even our vases wear neckties.
There was a perceptible GOODNESS be-
tween Birdie and me that evening; but
the following morning found all serene,
Birdie not being equal yet to keep a
quarrel warm overnight
! AS it was Sunday, we enjoyed a lazy
morning over our papers. reading and
gossiping until IL o'clock, when 1t
suddenly occurred to Birdie that she
was neglecting her dog while frittering
away time with her husband. and he
must be hungry and "boozed."
She accordingly walked him up TO
eSrologize, explaining how sorry she
and promised all sort of daintes
Improvisation if he'd "only forgive
naughty. BADLY muzzer," etc.
CAt thiApoint became happily alb
sorbed in an article on mind-reading.
and lost track of her nonsense until
she pulled the paper from my hand,
and with softly Kissed injunction for
silence, led me to the closet.
| was regularly started, you know;
thought she had smashed some pre-
serves on the carpet, or burst a water
pipe, from the way she tlptoed to the
closet, opened the door, and pointed to
some object within. | put In my head,
and saw the following exquisite
tableaux. A small black Skye gnawing
huge greasy bone. Background of
Persmmons's boots in various stages
of mellowness. The whole scene H.
Illuminated by flaring alcohol lamp
isn't it cutepn whispered Birdie,
gazing fondly at the little beast Isn't
he Just too cunning for any goodP l
put the lamp in so he would not be
afraid of the dark. and could have his
bone without fuss about any ones old
carpet"
As gazed at Birdie, seriously doubt
ing the possibility of her being the.
same girl l had sought to share my in
telectual joys, faint tap was heard at
our door.
Birdie shut the closet like shot,
Threw herself into chair and gave me
series of meaning looks. could
Nv see they meant something. The
question was, whatp Was ! to open
the door. or not?
The tapping was resumed, ! rushed
70 the door; Birdie looked approving.
opened IL, to see her sink back with
an anihiating glare as Mrs. Slammer
sailed in.